As much as she was against working half a days, Regina, had to admit that being home early was growing on her. She was able to take her afternoon nap in her comfortable bed as opposed to leaning on her desk. Her neck and lower back were quite happy for that. And so was her son. The only time he wasn’t moving around or kicking were those few hours where she was home alone. Hours where she would nap and then talk to him. Tell him all about how much he was loved. How they couldn’t wait to meet him.
Him. Because he was very much still a him. Neither she nor Greg had finalized their list of names and passed it along to Henry. And she was having a hard time deciding which of the names she chose she liked more. They all fit with the image of her son that she had created in her mind. At the rate they were going she would give birth before he officially had a name. Something that she had vowed was not going to happen.
Regina had just woken from her nap when she heard the sound of glass shattering from the cellar. A quick glance at the clock let her know that it couldn’t be Greg. Unless he had come home early but there wasn’t anything in the cellar he’d need. His whiskey was all kept upstairs and the only thing in their cellar was the wine she wasn’t able to drink. Rising she quietly but quickly made her way down the spiral staircase to the garage and cellar. Perhaps it had been Lys. The cat hadn’t been in her bed or in any of the open spaces as she had walked passed. And lately she’d been getting into everything.
With a flick of her wrist the garage light came on. Neither of them had a car so it was primarily used as a storage space. At the moment it housed the boxes for everything in the nursery and a few items that had yet to be opened. Her feet barely made any sound as they moved across the floor to the door leading to their wine cellar. It was left open as she rarely ever closed it and all Regina needed to do was turn on the light. Flicking the switch up she cautiously made her way into the room so as to avoid stepping on broken glass. As she came further into the room, Regina, saw the shattered bottles and the one responsible for shattering them. And it wasn’t Lys. Or anyone who should have been able to make it through the wards on her house.